Monday, 22 April 2024

Litter on the breeze

 


It's all a bit of a conundrum,

this great problem of death.

When we take that final wheezing breath,

we are still so early on out journeys.

Still fledglings, waiting for our wings

to fully stretch.

It feels wrong

that a song

can be cut short before 

the chorus has even begun.

We spend so long making money run,

That we miss out on what makes this life fun.

 

We are born into the world,

a blurry vision of tears.

Then a giant

ticking clock appears.

Marking a date

on the calendar app of fate.

As the grim reaper turns

his hourglass upside down,

those seconds start ticking

like a smile turning to a frown.

 

We spend our early energetic days,

being led to gates, to sit

in cattle fed sedation.

Chained to desks.

Programming. Education.

Not letting our minds run and play,

because we are told

that this is the right way.

We strive, and fight,

to be the brightest bulb.

To always be right.

but to never question why it matters,

what will happen if we dim our light

and enjoy this movie that we call life?

You will be baited, hated. Castigated

if you so much as think of asking why.

 

Then it's the 9 to 5,

for a vast portion of life.

You get less time for murder.

If you follow the herd,

do as you are told.

Ignore what you've heard.

Don't raise your voice.

Don't draw attention 

upon any worthy cause.

If you just exist,

barely breaching your potential,

then maybe you will only be passed over

for promotion 3 times, instead of 23.

Then retirement calls.

 

Time to live the life you have thrived.

but now you are too tired,

too dejected with life.

So, you just collapse

into a heap, watching tv,

repeating the same sayings,

bleating like sheep. Ignoring 

the beauty that sits beneath your feet,

because you have been blinded

by the litter blowing free.

So, you become another single

crisp packet flowing on the breeze.

Litter to be wiped clean,

once the reaper has been

and your story has ceased.

 

 

 

Thanks for reading.

taken from the #escapril prompt

"The problem of death"

 

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